Who: Dora Tonksmercy & Oliver Woodmercy What: Flying Lessons Where: Out of doors When: Wednesday afternoon Warning: ? Status: Complete
Before the zombies arrived, Dora's thoughts hadn't turned to flying in quite some time. Despite her experience being treed, she never spent time on the idea of a quick escape by any means. There were rumors about portkeys, which she did not know how to make. Apparition, which she also didn't know how to perform, was impossible, and the floo network hadn't worked in years either. And for flying? Dora hadn't laid eyes on a broom in so long it wasn't a worthwhile fantasy. If anything, she considered the idea of growing her own wings, if that were possible, and flying off that way. But a broom was an excellent shortcut to solving the treed problem. Though she had no broom here or knew of where to get them, Oliver seemed to, flying was a step toward being able to help herself even better. Her few memories of flying with Charlie at Hogwarts were good ones. They had been so small then, and she had managed to knock him off his broom a few times.
Smiling, to herself, Dora made her way to the area in front of the compound. Her sleeping had moved indoors, where she made a hammock of bedsheets in the room with her name on it, but her day was still spent out of doors. The garden was within the compound walls, but she had to feel the real outdoors, if it was real. Her clothes were from the ones she arrived in: tights, trousers, tank top, long sleeved shirt, and vest. Her boots were firmly on her feet and her wand was on her person. The rest was hidden away. Oliver said he wouldn't let her fall, but she wasn't going to risk damaging her book or her parents' wands colliding with him either. The rest of the clothes weren't needed. Her hair looked as it usually did in the wilds - long, wavy, and brown. Some of it came lose, no matter how many times she tucked it behind her ear, a nervous habit messy hair allowed her. Climbing was one thing, but flying was something else.